Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.